When Wine Connoisseurs are Forced into Life of Sled Dogs
This story may take a while to get going, but it will fall into
Delo’s Divots: Hitting off those wet fairways
This time of year you are likely to encounter a wet fairway or
Protecting Yourself from the Dangers of the Sun
Each year, more than 1 million Americans develop skin cancer,
Don’t get too caught up in patriotic fervor
No single event in my lifetime has galvanized our country like
Before the Dream of the Math Institute, There Was the Flying Lady
You might say both John Fry and Irv Perch know how to dream big.
Red Phone: Downtown music out of tune
"My boyfriend and I were taking advantage of the beautiful weather and owning a convertible car. As we were driving down through downtown Gilroy we couldn't figure out where this blasting of Mariachi music was coming from. As we kept looking around, we noticed none of the cars were blaring the music. It was the town's speakers playing it. I can't say that I agree with the city's decision on the direction our downtown seems to be going. The Hispanic music put us both over the edge. With the little antique shops left in our downtown, I could see the discomfort in the few elderly people I saw trying to have a nice afternoon antiquing. This occurred on a Friday at 3 p.m. Can someone please justify, if there is one, why our town located in the good ole' USA was playing the Hispanic melodies?"
Remembering grandma through recipes
This is quite simply the most difficult edition of The Flavor Chronicle I have ever written. My grandmother, the person I attribute with teaching me how to cook and my muse behind many of my columns, passed away a few weeks ago. There have been so many memories flooding back to my mind these past few weeks, many of which have been food-related memories. I want to share a few of those memories and one of my grandma’s recipes, which every grandmother of Italian heritage holds close to her heart.
















